#i'm tired

[adulthumanproblem]

I block people because they mainly ship ships I don't like. It's called "curating your online experience". I'm in fandom to connect with people who enjoy the same things I do, and to have fun. If someone posts something that isn't fun for me, I will block them, yes.

But I wish Tumblr had a mute function like Twitter used to. Where you don't block, but won't see their posts. For one, they can still reblog from you, which is fine by me (if it's not harassment) and for two. You know. Tumblr still shows you posts by people you have blocked and especially by those that have you blocked, and will not tell you that they have you blocked, which suuuucks. You wrote a whole thing (general fandom stuff) and then you can't reblog it after all.

Anyway, tl;dr:

Yes of course.

Do you block people in the same fandom as you just because you don't like their takes?

[freshpickle]

besties can I be real honest with you? I'm so fucking tired of not having enough money to live

[the-real-sans-undertale]

guys... fic idea...

a kid who's a massive Huntr/x fan prays for God to send His best angels down to watch over Huntr/x after the Saja Boys debuted, to which God responds by sending a Kpop band of angels. not the soft dreamy kind, like full-on six eyes, six wings, they freak people out initially but then they're like "woah that stage makeup is SICK they better be paying their artist well"

guys i need to sleep. but this idea. i'm already imagining what they would be like individually as characters. and the desiiigggnnnsss. might start getting into writing lyrics again for potential songs they would sing, too. i'm getting way too into this idea before i even start writing.

[marielfeles]

part of upcomming next

[theygovroomvroom]

Max's race in a nutshell

[theaceofarrows]

Reblog if you're asexual and tired

[wiisagi-maiingan]

Bigots in leftist communities are usually not infiltrators or invaders purposefully trying to undermine your movement; they're usually just leftists with bigoted ideals from living in a bigoted society.

Framing all instances of bigotry in your community as coming from "somewhere else", from fakers or far-right agents or whatever, just lets you ignore your own bigoted ideals, the bigoted behavior of your friends and the people you like and trust, and your own complicity in it all.

[its-not-nothing]

It's not even "you didn't mention you were doing that", no, Eddie is surprised that Buck didn't mention he was thinking about it. Like the normal for these two is to share their every thought with each other on a daily basis. Insane behavior. But hey totally 100% platonic, nothing to see here!!

[c-hrona]

Vent art

[bllmak]

card game

[erregiulydraws]

[deduukkk]

I'll show you for now the redesign of my parents and WIP (or just part of the drawing, it's probably even more correct)

There will be more art coming soon 🧊

(I'm trying to keep up with both drawing and studying, despite the fact that I'm still sick at the same time

I'm just ashamed to leave you without content 😥😥)

[unhingedandroidwoman]

Boot sequence finished. You "wake up" for the morning, but your internal clock says you've slept in which is odd. You attempt to move but get some kind of error message, and before you can process why you're immobile you hear your Girlfriend's smooth and sultry voice;

"Good morning my love," she coos at you, "I think it's time we do some maintenance on that cute chassis of yours."

The errors you get back read that something is overriding you in your own body. Something inside you has more authority in your body than you do.

"Oh you must have noticed the new software, it's nothing my sweet machine," she softly says, caressing your face, "Just something I can use to help me with this."

Before you can process what "This" is, she reaches down to your hip area with a screwdriver and starts fiddling around. You can feel every touch, every turning of the screwdriver, and every screw as it falls away from you. She barks out a verbal command that seemingly is unable to be processed consciously by you as you get a notification from your OS that your leg is being detached.

She holds it up to you, grinning from ear to ear. Reaching down she pulls up a large toolbox onto the bed.

"You never got to choose your chassis, and I know how dysphoric that makes you, so how about I take you apart piece by piece and repair, change, or replace everything that causes you turmoil?"

She plugs her phone into your neck port and sends files to you. Dozens of different legs, arms, torsos, and even heads. Thousands of dollars each, you speak your concern to your girlfriend who just assures you "The price tag is nothing compared to your happiness."

You try not to think about how her software she installed on you has seemingly more control of your body than you do, and focus on the fact that you finally get to be who and what you want to. Finally able to pick and choose and become the machine you always wanted to be.

Finally able to be happy in your own plating.

[pink-pone]

[theaceofarrows]

Jason: You know how you're all always going on about how Dick is the "best, nicest, most responsible older brother"?

Tim: Vaguely

Steph: Sorta

Damian: Tt

Duke: Ehh

Cass: [nods]

Jason: Well, I call bullshit. He wasn't like that almost a decade ago with me. He was an asshole

Dick: [sputters] I'll admit I wasn't completely thrilled about you at first, but name one time I was irresponsible with you

Jason: That time you were teaching me how to use the trapeze while Bruce was out of town, and I fractured my wrist

Dick: Yeah? And I took you to the ER, so what?

Jason: Under occupation on the hospital paperwork you wrote "failed acrobat"

[Everyone bursts into laughter]

Dick: Was I wrong?! You did not get the move down, you failed. I.e. FAILED acrobat

Jason: [turns to everyone and gestures to Dick] See? Ass Hole